Reality Check

Yo Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I've fallen in love, but this is not a love song Nigga Okay Trying to teach the youth Man this really off the noggin Y'all lost in these screens like to live you gotta log in And no relationship is ever lasting past the PM You really just a coward so you lying in the DM's Just to get a BM Nigga I'm the BM Using all my pictures Niggas know you wanna be him I'm stuck behind these bars and it's a riot if they free him I'm serving 16's for life That's a dream for a felon of a murder to mic's That's that Conrad Or James Earl Ray They tryna kill the King and comrades We in a place where we just wanna thug it out So when we up in arms just know we'll never hug it out I'm a victim of your systematic ways Fucking with my people put a pistol on my waist Mask on in the future I'm just tryna save face I'm praying for the prey Cause I know it's severe While these vultures in the sky They just circle my fears And it's crazy cause like Floyd a nigga boxed in But on the bottom of pyramid's where we locked in So if we spinning tops I'm on point with this non sense Just geometry A little bit of change though A penny for these thoughts With nonsense Got a dime And I roll it off my rainbow Cause luck ain't at the bottom Just all my homies, taxes, and more shit we can't pay for nigga I've fallen in love with the life I live I've fallen in love with the life I live I've fallen in love with the life I live Not really, I'm just used to getting treated like shit I've fallen in love with the life I live I've fallen in love with the life I live I've fallen in love with the life I live Not really, I'm just used to getting treated like shit I've fallen in love, I've fallen in love (Love) I've fallen in love, I've fallen in love (Love) I've fallen in love, I've fallen in love Not really I'm just Whoa Okay, now this ones for the girl I met when I was bout 3 In the back of the truck I heard your voice on a Jay CD And I was like fuck A nigga didn't know sex But after that you can bet I'm tryna impregnate cassettes Yeah, have the car shake like tweeters in the back Feel my fingers on ya hips And have you hopping on my track Look 16 years later Who knew that I'd have you trapped Now we bout to have a baby I know I'm not smart But my greatest joy in life was naming it Nightmare Park Just a tale of awful tragedies we see in the dark And as I open this bible for the last time going in I hope before you say good riddance to these written's that you listen again Ain't gotta live your life in minds to feel the deepness within And that depression is just a testing of you in ya skin Just do you and you win Nowadays it takes a lot to be yourself It ain't shit to pretend Mannn Understand they plan is meant to keep us numb So we picking up the pipe Then we picking up the pint And this world ain't really safe So we picking up the gun So they pick a nigga off While they walking with they son Life is really just a fucking pick and choose Picket signs and picking shoes Picking pockets Just to pick a time on any watch they lose I'm the one you gotta worry about I really tell the truth I ain't ever been a snitch I'm just tryna save the youth In this castle I call home Though it's broker than a middleman Living out my dreams through notebooks Under ceiling fans Pouring out my heart Guess that's why When we die That's when people see our mark I'm all I got As I'm closing this bible The cheat code for our survival I embark inside the dark praying flowers do seek revival The truth lies within is sincere as a letter's end No one knows the real you Not even you and you him Not even you and you him